An alarming email
from my daughter’s roommates
and then the long drive down to L.A.
filled with thoughts
about things we should have
done differently,
things we knew but pretended
that we didn’t because,
like everything else,
knowledge has its time.
Highway I-5 goes on forever,
without forgiveness.
We have sun,
howling winds,
gusts of rain.
Did someone say
California doesn’t have weather?
The fronds on the palm trees rage.